This child abuse story from Jalanii page was
created May 17, 2007 and was originally posted on May 6, 2007 as story #115.
Jalanii is from Columbus, Ohio, USA
The following child abuse story from Jalanii
depicts severe physical abuse, emotional abuse and neglect.
The child abuse effects on Jalanii: broken bones, burns, infections, and a sense of responsibility toward his older brother
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My name is Jalanii and I am 23 years old.
I was only 2 when it started. There was a piano in the house. My brother used to take piano lessons. He could never play it right. I was 2, and I'd hear his tapes and how he played it and every time he would mess up, our dad would just haul off and knock the mess out of him.
Then I started playing it one day. I played it like the tapes. Our dad came down the stairs and saw me. He just got really mad and accused my brother of teaching me how to play. He ran upstairs and dragged my brother down the stairs by his throat and started beating him.
Our mom would just stand there every time. I would cry, and he would hit me in the mouth with his fist. But I couldn't get enough of the piano.
I started preschool, where they had a piano. I was happy, but at home, Dad would still knock the shit out of me just because he could.
When I turned 6, they let me play the piano for my birthday at school. When I played, they were like, WOW. They told Dad, and what he did was tie me up in a chair and beat me. He used to beat me until I would pass out. My brother would tell him to stop, then he would beat me harder, even if I were unconscious.
Eventually, it got worse. He would burn us with his cigarette lighter every time he would look at the piano. He took up drinking not long after that, and would cut us with broken beer bottles.
I still continued to play the piano if he wasn't home. My mother caught me one time, and she grabbed me and threw me down the stairs. She told my dad. He broke all ten of my fingers. I couldn't play for a while, but he still beat me regularly. I had broken bones all the time. I was either bleeding, burned, or had and infection from him.
My brother was facing the same challenges that I was facing. He slowly started to retreat, only talking to me. He used to tell me how scared he was. I would sit and hold him and take care of him, even though I was younger than him.
When I was 15 years old, he hit my brother in the head with a beer bottle, and when he fell, he cut his fingers and then proceeded to beat my brother with the bottle. I came home with one of my friends, and my friend saw him beating my brother. I asked my friend to leave and not tell anybody. Then, when he left, our dad beat me like he had never beat me ever. He went on a tirade, hitting and hitting me while my brother lay on the floor, broken and bleeding.
The police knocked on the door a few days later, took us to a hospital, and placed us in foster care. Our dad was arrested, put on trial for child abuse, and got life without parole!
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Child abuse story from Jalanii was re-formatted June 2, 2015
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